As an NBA data analyst raised in LA’s blend of sports pragmatism and digital minimalism, I’ve watched Fragnik’s game tape—his footwork, release speed, and court vision scream ‘Deer-like’ instincts. Not hype. Not flattery. Just cold, precise analytics: his late-game shot selection doesn’t lie; it just waits. Like young Dirk did in ‘98—raw, unpolished, but relentlessly evolving. This isn’t about potential. It’s about pattern recognition under pressure.